After having slept in 5 hotels, trudging to a hostel on a 30% incline hill daily for 2 weeks, sleeping in the street, in a bush, in a park, in a tent, on people's floors, I finally have my own place. Finally.
This place has destroyed me and I don't know if I can trust it anymore, but hey, here we are. I'd booked the tickets back home and 5 minutes later I got a call for an ideal place.
It shall still burn. In the meantime here is a picture of how to make shadow puppets.